The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

Oh, that ever smiling maze ballet
Upon the shelf of course, of course, of course
And oh, how that piano knows
And I won't change my hair

Of course, of course, of course
Of the likes of those of old crows
Perhaps I was born with curiosity
Just like the Trojan Horse
I can’t prove this makes any sense
I’ve lost more songs to floods
She’s the smoke, she’s dancing fancy pirouettes
I'd put a statue of myself
The never-ending swaying haze

It grows like fancy flowers
But I sure hope that it does
But it grows nowhere, my hair, my hair
If I could build my house
If I could build my house
Of course, of course, of course

Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
I'd put a statue of myself
It grows like fancy flowers
I won't cut my beard
Of the likes of those of old crows
Upon the shelf of course, of course, of course
Just like the Trojan Horse

Everything’s gone missing
But it grows nowhere, my hair, my hair
The piano knows something I don't know
Oh, that ever smiling maze
She’s steam laughing on the window panes